(Produced by Swiff D)
[Verse 1]
Malik Lee, You know me
Deezy D, Dungeon Disci, (Who, n***a?)
Back in this b**h 'till the day that I die, (Damn)
Y'all n***as didn't take me seriously first time around
So now I'm on the mic again, burying n***as underground
I drop sh** like pigeons, Flier than jet engines
k** any type of n***a that's dissing (Who?)
The crew or me, Just GT spraying lyrical Glock 3's at your jock piece, Can't stop me
I'm Miles Davis spitting that arctic
Smoother than Rob Thomas & Santana playing the market
Spazz on any target, Speak on any topic
Using c**aine lines, Nobody phone for Narcotics (Damn)
[Hook]
This is for my real thinkers
I'mma drinker in my spare time
Twacted outta my f**ing mind
Crimes against humanity cause my insanity
My family calls this sh** a fantasy I'll never find
This is for my real thinkers
I'mma drinker in my spare time
Twacted outta my f**ing mind
Crimes against humanity cause my insanity
This rap sh**'s a fantasy I'll never find
[Verse 2]
Verse 2 stay f**ing up verse 1
Cause verse 1 was a freestyle that wasn't done
Now that's word, Now that's murder
On the beat, 187 in the streets, Don't need police
Need piece of mind and piece of peace
A little slice of heaven, Little Devin got shot outside of 7/11
Called 911 but the phones' on blast
Besides they won't stop to help my black a**
Once again, I start to stray & sh**
f**, I thought I fixed the main issues
Problems of a broken black figure who don't really deal with it
And goes to find something he can misuse (Lord, I got some f**ing issues)
[Hook]